This is a song about "I like little children for breakfast"

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Not pieces which you had for breakfast

I been waiting for a little someone like you,

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Just how i wasted yo momma last nite for one little buck

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

All the innocent little children

Just to match the grind with precision

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,